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But hear, rejoice, stand silent, and adore.
shone; 10 But, as his power was known, their thoughts were rais'd;
And soon they worshipp'd, what at first they prais'd.
* Imitated from Alleyne's Poetical History of Henry VII.
“For nought but light itself, itself can show,
That there's a Heaven, by what he hears below.
PICTURE OF SENECA DYING IN A BATH,
By study worn, and slack with age,
* Jacques Jordain was born at Antwerp in 1584; was a disciple of Adam van Oort, but was indebted to Rubens for the principal part of his knowledge in the art of painting: “He painted with extraordinary freedom, ease, and expedition; there is a brilliancy and harmony in his colouring, and a good understanding of the Chiaroscuro. His composition is rich, his expression natural and strong, but his design wanted elegance and taste. He studied and copied nature, yet he neither selected its beauties, nor rejected its defects. He knew how to give his figures a good relief, though frequently incorrect in the outlines; but his pencil is always excellent, and for a free and spirited touch, no painter can be accounted his superior.”—Pilkington's Dictionary of Painters. He died in 1678, aged 84 years.
ILE blooming youth, and gay delight & Sit on thy rosy cheeks confest, Thou hast, my dear, undoubted right - To triumph o'er this destin’d breast. My reason bends to what thy eyes ordain: For I was born to love, and thou to reign.
But would you meanly thus rely • , On power, you know I must obey? Exert a legal tyranny; And do an ill, because you may” 1C Still must I thee, as atheists Heaven adore; Not see thy mercy, and yet dread thy power?
Take heed, my dear, youth flies apace; As well as Cupid, Time is blind: Soon must those glories of thy face The fate of vulgar beauty find: The thousand loves, that arm thy potent eye, Must drop their quivers, flag their wings, and die.
Then wilt thou sigh, when in each frown A hateful wrinkle more appears; 20 And putting peevish humours on, Seems but the sad effect of years: Kindness itself too weak a charm will prove, To raise the feeble fires of aged love.
Forc’d compliments and formal bows Will show thee just above neglect: The heat with which thy lover glows. Will settle into cold respect: A talking dull platonic I shall turn; Learn to be civil, when I cease to burn. 30
Then shun the ill, and know, my dear.
Haste, Celia, haste, while youth invites, Obey kind Cupid's present voice; Fill every sense with soft delights, And give thy soul a loose to joys: 40 Let millions of repeated blisses prove, That thou all kindness art, and I all love.
Be mine, and only mine; take care Thy looks, thy thoughts, thy dreams to guide To me alone; nor come so far, As liking any youth beside: What men e'er court thee, fly’em, and believe, They're serpents all, and thou the tempted Eve.
So shall I court thy dearest truth, When beauty ceases to engage; 50 So thinking on thy charming youth, I'll love it o'er again in age: So time itself our raptures shall improve, While still we wake to joy, and live to love.